The Pack (1993r) Poem by Patrick Wescott

An angel watches over the pack
as we join for the hunt.
We're in search of new blood,
with just a touch of innocence.
Do you want to be free child?
Join us and celebrate life.
You will not be denied,
for we are the wolf.

The leader has passed away
and like a pack of wolves,
the survivors search
for something to believe in.
For to be truly free
is an alien concept to them.
For we live in a world,
where we're forced
to grow up young.
If this continues,
our childrens children
will be adults,
without knowing how to laugh.